Girl reading at a window

December 10, 2021

( I have posted the picture to which I refer in this post on my profile; it seems impossible to paste pictures here )

I love this picture. Look at this girl reading by the light of the window. She reminds me of you as you read this, so proper and composed. I am aware of her perfume just as I can imagine yours as you sense that what she is reading are the words that you also wish to hear. I know that as you read this and look at her your breathing will deepen and your body will both slacken and flush as you realise that she is reading her Master’s words and that you too are on that journey with her. So alive, your face lit by the screen as her face is caught in the light from the window.

Can you sense it ? That the words that I will give to you will pierce you and hold you bound in this instant. Read them slowly now and imagine my voice framing them and saying: “You are mine, everything that you have yearned for and ***ed might never be is coming for you. It was always real; these words and this voice that will flood your cunt and bring you to your knees like water, flowing down. It is natural that you should be so held and so ordered. It is what you are, girl that you were and are, woman that you are and will be. Mine, always mine, down the corridors and in those cars where you sat, bored and listless, dreaming of the words that will wet you like a tongue or fall as a sheet of silk down against your nipples and tugging your skin then folding between your thighs and lying wet and changed between them.

It was always coming for you, this feeling and this recognition. My words will pierce you and flood your cunt with recognition and desire. You were always waiting, seemingly patient but aching for your Master’s words to light you and send you out into this world that you dreamed for yourself. This real world.

Look at this girl reading by the light of the window. She is you.